As with
Taken, Liam Neeson is chucked once more into Euro-intrigues he's duty-bound to cover since Harrison Ford is clearly too over the hill to be credible as the grumpy old leading man who can still garotte a hitman or two. The mould for this outing is more or less Bourne with some of the octane taken out and indignation added as Neeson's biotechnologist wakes after a car crash in Berlin to find his identity stolen by an impostor, with his wife and contacts refusing to recognise him. Of course it's all part of a whale of a cover-up with layers to peel back.
Not taken seriously, it's a zippy enough affair along the lines of
The Long Kiss Goodnight, which it ransacks with impunity amongst other sources, but the logic behind the shady motives eventually revealed is fairly flimsy, much like the idea of Diane Kruger as an immigrant taxi driver. God knows what Bruno Ganz and Frank Langella are doing either, besides running down their final easy paydays.
5/10
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